He should never have come to this place. He hazarded to think this, to dissent, as he well knew now that his thoughts were no longer his own private purview.

There was something else in here with him now.

He had been a coward when he left home, he should have stayed a coward, not followed some frantic beacon of will out into the damned Miasma. That will had not been his own, but it had called to him just the same. Directionless as he was he followed.

Something was coming to Shard. He knew. He had seen it. Spoken with it. It had, in its own grotesque grace, bestowed something to him. Some ability the limits of which he did not yet know.

He knew he needed to warn someone. To warn her. Warn Leela. And so he summoned what power was available to him in secret.

And he reached out.

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In today’s episode, we take a moment to catch our breath with some enlightening downtime in the city of Sandbar. What news awaits our Wanderer’s in the sleepy little settlement? We drink moonshine with a dog priest, learn some unwelcome truths, and take a good look at a mysterious book. Call your brother

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